In the end, the lure of the computer console sitting atop the desk was more attractive than the bunk, though that also looked a lot more comfortable than the standard hard, flat niche set into a wall. With her newly acquired command access and a pass of her icebreaker to crack the few personally encrypted files, it wasn't long before she found a set of messages sent between Jurdak's private channel and an anonymous message box. The last one was particularly interesting.

JURDAK:

We are prepared. Approach from 247 mark 25 absolute, but continue to
avoid the Eastern border of your patrol sector. Maintain warp speed
until notified and our smallcraft will make rendevous as arranged.

Once the lontai-Klavaar is secured, you will be beamed aboard from the
bridge.

>MESSAGE ENDS<

B'Elanna sat back in her(?) chair, and drummed her fingers on the desk for a moment before punching the comm panel. "Science Gorn, report."

"All remaining crew present and accounted for, Captain," the Science Gorn's voice replied. "Two of the bekk showed less-than-total enthusiasm for the change in command. Vokaan has placed them in the brig until their morale improves."

"Mm. Any luck on the sensor logs?"

"Moderate - the modifications to the boarders' shuttle serve to disrupt some of their more obvious sensor traces when in flight, but I am working to reconstruct their approach vector."

"And the traces indicate that they came out of our own patrol sector to intercept us within Klavaarite space."

"... Clairvoyance is not one of the listed side effects of Melorazine. A most interesting drug interaction," the Science Gorn mused dryly.

B'Elanna chuckled. If she'd been able to meet the Science Gorn before this, serving on the Hwacha' might have been almost tolerable. "I've been taking a look at some of Jurdak's files. It seems he was deliberately avoiding the sector's spinward border."

"Interesting. I will re-task the high-resolution sensors accordingly."

"Very well. In the mean time, cloak and get us underway. I want to start running down the most likely points of origin. Action."

"Acting, my lord."

That was going to take some getting used to.